It’s not even painful anymore.
You made me numb.
And now I get to sit here and think about how you’re with her, and how she gets to experience all of the things that I never got to.
She gets to hold your hand.
She gets to ruffle your hair when you’re being an adorable knucklehead.
She gets to kiss you whenever she so desires.
She gets to do all these grandeur things, and what do I get to do?
I get to sit here alone in my apartment where all I’m able to do is acknowledge the longing that exists for you.
It’s just not fair.